Flash fiction winner: Feeding time

I entered another flash fiction challenge at Indies Unlimited last week and this time my entry was the winner! Apparently I rounded up enough friends to get the most votes. You can check out the link with my story and the photo prompt: https://www.indiesunlimited.com/2018/04/29/cindy-young-turner-wins-flash-fiction-challenge-2/#more-72893. My winning entry is also posted below.

Feeding Time

Originally posted at Indies Unlimited

“Wanda, we’re all going out to the wire tonight. You coming?”

Wanda sighed and dropped another worm into the open mouth. “Wish I could, Carol, but this one is so hungry. I can’t leave her.”

“Mama, mama! Hungry!”

“See what I mean?”

Carol flapped impatiently. “Can’t you get Jack to watch her? You need a break!”

“Jack’s busy with the older girls, teaching them how to fly. We had to get them to leave the nest. He wants to make sure they’re ready. Hold on, be right back.” Wanda swooped down to snatch up another worm for her hungry chick. She thought about all the good times she’d had on the wire, twittering away with her friends. Those were the days, before all the eggs and the hatching and nurturing. She’d been more than just a mama bird.

“Carol, I really want to, but you know I can’t.” She landed in the nest and delivered another worm. “Maybe in a few weeks when she’s older.”

“That’s what you said the last time. A few weeks. And then there were more mouths to feed.” Carol squawked. “Suit yourself then.”

Wanda watched Carol fly off to the wires in the distance. Already some of their friends had gathered, and their playful songs echoed on the breeze.

“Mama, mama.”

“Yes, little one? Are you still hungry?”

“No, mama, sleepy now.”

Wanda curled up next to her fuzzy chick. Sometimes being a mama really was what she liked best.

 

Flash fiction: Little dog – big city

I wrote a piece for last week’s flash fiction challenge at Indies Unlimited. Here’s the original post with the photo prompt. Of course, it was about a dog.

Little Dog – Big City

Originally posted at Indies Unlimited

My mission was to scout ahead for the pre-invasion force. The commander decided to transport me down to Earth in the form of a dog. A white, fluffy dog, to be precise. They dropped me in the middle of a place called New York City with orders to avoid contact and determine how much firepower we needed to conquer the humans.

Piece of cake, as the natives would say.

Avoiding contact was easy. They were all too busy staring at their communication screens. Everyone had them, and those who didn’t would stop at stare at the ones on top of buildings or in store windows. Most of them were communicating with primitive symbols or watching silly cat videos. My job was done. We’d have no trouble invading this planet.

I sent a message to the mother ship to pick me up and trotted across the street to wait. Suddenly a human driving a yellow and black vehicle barreled toward me. I froze. Horns blared. A voice screamed, “Not the dog!”

A young girl dashed into the street and scooped me in her arms. “You’re okay,” she whispered and carried me to safety. “You look just like my Fluffy. I still miss her. Do you have a home?”

Then I felt it. Love. That tail of mine started wagging and I had the sudden urge to lick the girl’s nose.

I cancelled my transport and the invasion. I wanted to stay a while for snuggles and bacon treats.

Two-sentence horror stories

Happy Halloween! I love the spookiness of this time of year. It’s the perfect time to curl up with a good book, and even better if it’s creepy or gothic. I don’t like gore, but I do like a lot of the classics. Weird tales. Atmospheric horror. I decided to read some appropriately themed books this month and just finished Nod by Adrian Barnes, which is all the more terrifying if you are an insomniac. A strange and frightening vision of the future. And yeah, it does have its share of gore. Bad things happen when most of the world stops sleeping. I’ve now started Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle.

Goodreads has done some Halloween events and book recommendations this month. One of the recent ask the author questions was to write a two-sentence horror story. I’ve read some good ones and decided to try it. Enjoy!

At last, every spider in the house was dead, their crushed bodies unceremoniously flushed. Then I heard a clacking sound behind me and turned to realize just how wrong I was.

The dancers glide across the moonlit field, bending and turning with graceful movements, watching me with eyes full of longing. When I am dead, I will join them.

Fog rolls in and shrouds in moon. In the pumpkin patch, we shiver, for the Great Pumpkin has finally come and we must pay for each jack-o’-lantern.

Happy Halloween! If you have a two-sentence horror story, please share in the comments!

Thinking of fall in New England–an interview with Mark Willen

Today I have author Mark Willen joining me for an interview. Mark’s second novel, Hawke’s Return, recently came out, with another ethical dilemma for retired lawyer Jonas Hawke and new challenges for his family and friends in Beacon Junction, Vermont. It’s a great read and a timely one, as this time of year I am really missing the beauty of New England. Mark has a third book in the works for Jonas Hawke, and since he’s a member of my critique group I’ve had a sneak peek. You’ll also want to check out the first book in the series, Hawke’s Point, which looks like it’s only $.99 for Kindle right now!

Hawke's Return by [Willen, Mark]It’s his word against hers, and the stakes couldn’t be higher.

When a teenager accuses a key official of a local charity of blackmailing her for sex—and then abruptly disappears—a mystery turns into a crisis, raising concerns about the girl’s safety, the charity’s survival, and the career and reputation of a man who says he is innocent.

Enter Jonas Hawke, retired lawyer and sage of Beacon Junction. Jonas has just agreed to oversee the charitable group, a friend’s attempt to help Jonas move past his grief over the death of his wife. It’s his job to uncover the facts and ensure that justice will be done.

Jonas is helped—and hindered—by the arrival of Dylan Walker and his eight-year-old son. Why a single dad has chosen to move to a small town in Vermont to start a new life is a mystery that tugs at Jonas, especially when Dylan develops an amorous interest in Jonas’s married daughter.

Hawke’s Return is the tale of a man groping his way back from the loss of his beloved soul mate, even as he struggles with an intractable dilemma.

Q: Where were you born? How many places have you lived?

A: I’m a New England boy, for sure. I was born and raised in and around Hartford, CT, then went to college in New Hampshire, just across the river from Vermont. I eventually moved down to the greater Washington DC area and have lived here ever since, with the exception of a couple of years in New York City.

Q: What sparked your interest in writing?

A: I think I was hooked in the 9th grade when one of my short stories won an honorable mention in the Hartford Courant’s short story contest. In college, I got the journalism bug and switched to nonfiction, which satisfied my creative urge for a while, but when I got promoted and became an editor, I really missed writing. I started to dabble in fiction again, eventually going back to school to get an MA in creative writing.

Q: How long has it taken to finish your novels? How many drafts did you write before you were satisfied?

A: I write in spurts so it varies a lot. Once I know my characters and have a rough idea of what I want them to do, I can bear down, especially now that I’m retired from the 9-5 world. I wrote the first draft of my third novel, due out a year from now, in seven weeks. But of course that’s just the first draft. Revision can take many months. I don’t usually write a fresh second draft, so it’s hard to count those. I just keep rewriting sections that fall flat, cut a lot, and add a lot too. I tend to write sparse first drafts and then go back and flesh out the important stuff, which isn’t always apparent even to me when I’m writing the first draft.

Q: I’m from Massachusetts and I love the small-town Vermont setting in Hawke’s Point and Hawke’s Return. What made you decide on Vermont for the setting of the series?

A: It actually began with the character, Jonas Hawke. I created him as part of an exercise, and once I got to know him, I realized he had to be a Vermonter. And I wanted a small town, and that’s what Vermont is all about. In college, I worked as a news reporter and got to travel to many parts of Vermont, so I felt like I knew it pretty well, though I go back regularly to do more research and refresh my memories.

Q: Do you have a favorite genre to write? To read?

A: The books I write, and many that I like to read, don’t fall easily into any one genre, which can be a real problem when it comes to marketing. I’m fascinated by ethics (I taught journalism ethics for a while), and I like to put ethical quandaries at the heart of my novels. I don’t like the black-white choices; I look for problems with no easy answers and try to put well-meaning people in a difficult jam, where knowing what the right thing to do is far from obvious. So that tends to mean character-driven literary fiction, though I always try to work in some suspense to help keep the plot moving. That’s also the kind of novel I most enjoy reading, though for escapism, I read a lot of mysteries and thrillers.

Q: Do you have any advice for aspiring writers?

A: Don’t give up your day job! Actually, my advice depends on their answers to a key question – why do you write? There are all sorts of excellent reasons, but it’s important to know what yours are. Beyond that, I tell them them to read a LOT and to keep writing and experimenting until they find what works for them. There are good courses and critique groups, and they’re great for getting early feedback. But be discriminating and know you’ll never make everyone happy. Writing is so subjective. Keep an open mind when someone criticizes or offers suggestions, but you have to stay true to what you want to do.

Q: Name a few authors who have inspired you and why.

A: The list changes all the time as I discover new people. This year, I’ve been wowed by Nathan Englander, Patrick Modiano, Miriam Toews, and Anthony Murra. Long-term influences include Richard Russo, Ward Just, Elizabeth Strout, Jane Gardam, John Williams, and Penelope Lively. Whenever I read a good novel that touches something inside me, it inspires me to rush to the computer and try to do that for my readers. But it also can be discouraging because a part of me keeps saying, “but you’ll never be that good.”

Q: Tell us about your current writing project.

A: I don’t have one!! I’ve just turned in the manuscript for the third book in the Jonas Hawke series, and I haven’t decided what to do next. I have one more book due in my contract, but I think it’s time for a break from Jonas. Fortunately, my publisher is open to something different. I’m going to take the next few months to play with some ideas and see what grabs me. (As a member of my critique group, you’ll probably get an early peek.)

Q: What books are you currently reading or on your to-be-read list?

A: I’m currently reading—and loving—A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles, and next up will be John LeCarre’s new one, A Legacy of Spies. Then it’s Marilyn Robinson, whom I’ve never read (shame on me!). Not too far down the road, I hope, is your book, the sequel to Thief of Hope.

Q: Coffee, tea, or hard liquor? (or all three?)

Hard liquor, I’m afraid, though not until after the day’s writing is done. Straight water until then!

Q: If you could be a character in one of your favorite novels, which character would you be and why?  

A: James Bond, of course. (But I’ll settle for George Smiley.)

Mark WillenMark Willen was born, raised, and educated in New England, where he developed a special appreciation for the values, humor, and strength of its people, as well as the sense of community that characterizes so many of its small towns. As a journalist, he has been a reporter, columnist, blogger, producer, and editor at The Voice of America, National Public Radio, Congressional Quarterly, Bloomberg News, and Kiplinger. His short stories have been published in The Rusty Nail, Corner Club Press, and The Boiler Review. His first two novels, Hawke’s Point and Hawke’s Return, were released by Pen-L Publishing, and the third book in the series is due out in 2018. Mark is also a regular contributor to Late Last Night Books, a blogzine about reading and fiction. He lives with his wife in Silver Spring, Maryland.

Thief of Hope holiday sale and book 2 teaser

It’s hard to believe the holidays are almost upon us! Like many, I’m ready to be done with 2016 and move on to 2017. It has been a year.

Are you looking for a last-minute gift idea? Books make great gifts! All this week Thief of Hope is on sale for Kindle on Amazon. The prequel, Journey to Hope, will be free 12/20-12/24. If you don’t have your copy yet, now is the time! Here are the links:

Thief of Hope for Kindle

Journey to Hope for Kindle

And just an update that I’m still hard at work on book 2 in the series. I’m looking forward to getting in some writing time during my upcoming days off over the holidays. Here’s a brief excerpt and stay tuned for more updates on progress!

Excerpt from Thief of Destiny:

“Now I’m going to play an ancient tune,” Tam announced to the crowd. He turned in Sydney’s direction and gave her a wink, seeming to ignore Llyr. “I doubt you’ll hear the like of it again in this world.”

This time he sang in words Sydney couldn’t understand. Even though she didn’t know their meaning, she felt the longing and the sadness evoked by the lyrical words. In an instant, her mind was transported to the field of red and purple flowers in the realm of the Tuatha, and she could almost see the blue sky above and feel the sun on her face.

“How dare he,” Llyr hissed. He grabbed her hand so tightly it hurt, breaking the spell Tam had cast with his song. “He has no right to such knowledge!”

The song ended. For a moment the audience was silent, and then a thunderous applause filled the tavern. Tam gave a little bow, directed toward Llyr.

“Don’t,” Sydney whispered, pulling on Llyr’s arm to keep him in his seat. It was clear that the song was from the Tuatha and she wondered if a song could have magic. “We’ll talk to him afterward, all right?”

Llyr took a deep breath and gave her a nod.

After that Tam shifted the tone and played a few raucous, bawdy songs, apparently favorites of the crowd. His last set shifted again to a series of tunes that, to Sydney, sounded like veiled threats against an unnamed king and the nobility.

Surely these tunes weren’t about Willem, but when she heard the words “Bastard King” she had a sinking feeling that they were.

© Cindy Young-Turner